It took a long time for me to consider myself a writer. I still struggle with saying it. I started writing at a young age to work through feelings I didn’t dare tell anyone. I learned that once you start writing, it becomes a part of you. It’s something you always go back to whenever you are overwhelmed with certain emotions. People don’t always listen to your words, but the paper always listens to the pen.
She Writes
Forest Wanted
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Rambling
Words rambled on, losing meaning, like that chapter in a book that doesn't get anywhere. Breath_words© 8/22/15
Fitting In
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Words and Music
Melody and magic threaded together by the notes of your words and the music of your beating heart. Breath_words© *picture via Google images
Unraveling
I can feel myself unraveling, every word making an escape instead of a connection Millions of thoughts uncoiling around me, searching for a place to re-situate, and only finding more reasons to remain unbound A universe of sights and sounds struggling to figure...
Spilling Words
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Hiding In The Clouds
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Snapdragon Lies
You gave me snapdragons and blood roses painted white to hide your lies. You were always great at deception. Breath_words© 12/4/15
Pain I Feel
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